Your couriers are turned back—I have outstripped them,

In my return.

Stral.‍You!—Why?

Gab.‍I went at daybreak,310

To watch for the abatement of the river,

As being anxious to resume my journey.

Your messengers were all checked like myself;

And, seeing the case hopeless, I await

The current's pleasure.

Stral.‍Would the dogs were in it!